sir pentious x angel dust - good morning

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #186
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>Scene: It's been a few weeks since Angel moved in with Pent.

>Angel awoke in a bit of a situation.
>He was kept immobile by the immense serpentine tail coiled around him, legs to shoulders. Pentious's body was awkwardly smushed against the spider demon's face.
>"Um."
>Pent couldn't hear him.
>"...Pent? Penny? Babe?"
>The viper's only answer was a sleepy mumble.
>"Hey! Wake up? Please?"
>A few seconds of squirming were only met with another murmur from the sleepy serpent, this time accompanied by a slight squeeze from his tail.
>Angel thought about waiting for his boyfriend to wake up. It was a comfortable position, to be sure. His head lay just above the snake boy's hips, the perfect spot use as a pillow.
>An idea came to the slender spider. Maybe he needed some other kind of stimulation.
>Gently, he planted a kiss on Pent's abdomen. >No response.
>The next one went lower.
>And so did the next.
>The fourth one got a reply from the dozing demon, who stretched and loosened just a little. >Maybe this wouldn't take so long.
>The next kiss was right on the money, as Pentious moaned in his sleep. His body had its own response, just as planned.
>This would be easy. Angel could finish a man with a glance, if he wanted. He delicately placed his lips on the tip, just as he'd done many times before. Almost there...
>And then Pent awoke.
>He looked at Angel.
>Angel looked at him.
>"Mornin,' sunshine."
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>It was hard not to smile as his scales began to turn pink.
>Sir Pentious uncoiled enough to let Angel stretch. By god, his expression was worth it all.
>"How about some music?" Pent's scales were still flushed in embarrassment as he forced a nervous smile. He slid out of bed, over to the record player across the room. Angel saw him sifting through a pile of records from a number of decades, most gathering dust.
>"Maybe some jazz? I don't listen to much myself... Oh! Tchaikovsky! Maybe a bit too intense..."
>Was he talking to Angel, or to himself? The spidery demon closed his eyes contently, stretching out across the bed.
>"How about this 'Charleston?' Is that something you like?" Angel had to smile.
>"Vertical or horizontal?" He knew Pent wouldn't get it, but he had to make the joke anyway.
>"It, uh, it doesn't say." He examined the record case with a puzzled expression. God, what a sweetheart.
>He picked up another record, paused, and gave a mischievous little grin.
>"Oh, I think you'll like this one."
>"What's it called?"
>"It's a jazz single from someone called 'Charles Mingus.'"
>Angel hadn't heard that name before. Must have been from after his death.
>"What's the song?"
>As the needle hit the groove, a single sax began playing.
>As Pent slithered back into bed, the trumpets joined the tune.
>As he wrapped around the poor spider, pinning his arms to his sides, the drums kicked in, setting off the ensemble.
>"The song's called 'Moanin.' Now, where were we...?"
>As scaly hands caressed his face and neck, Angel couldn't help but return his lover's impish expression.
>"Good choice, babe~"